Minty: "We are officially crossing over into this part of our interview, which I call The Geography of Grace. We've looked at how Adonai works in the grand design of Scripture and how He answers our prayers through real-time opportunities."
Minty: "You've been incredibly candid about the fact that you are still an 'imperfect person' learning these lessons day by day. When we look at the landscape of your life right now—with your writing, your family, and your daily walk—it feels like a custom-designed school."
Iboni: "It is, really. Adonai is a personal and intimate God."
Minty: "I believe He is. My main question for you in this new section is about Reclaiming the Territory. When you look back at your seven years of atheism, you probably viewed your daily struggles through a very secular, human lens—just random annoyance, random stress, random chaos."
Minty: "Now that you realize those moments are actually custom-tailored 'opportunities' from a loving Father to build your character, how do you map out your days? When a difficult situation arises now, can you mentally 'pause' and identify it as the specific classroom Abba set up for you, or is the transition from reacting in the flesh to standing in the spirit still a daily battleground where you're learning to read the map?"
[Minty leans forward, her expression full of warmth and anticipation. The audience is completely quiet, eager to hear how Iboni navigates the practical geography of grace in her everyday life.]
Iboni: "Oh, it is still a daily battleground, Minty. I repeat, it is still. But whenever I react in the flesh, I am convicted like lightning and so I ask the Holy Spirit to help me ground myself because only She can with the power of Abba through the name of Yeshua. By the way, I only call the Holy Spirit 'She' because in that way I feel closer to It, but it's up to you all how you want to address the Holy Spirit, just ask God about that first."
Iboni: "But there's this one time… I was woken up by my mother from a 2-hours sleep. It's my fault though, lemme be clear with that first. She was already yelling down the stairs and I didn't even bother to get up from my bed. She be telling me things to do before they leave. My response? Yelling back to the point where you can DEFINITELY hear the irritation in my voice. So she straight up went up to me and told me hurtful things. But this is what struck me the most, she said, 'you read your Bible but you still have anger, you read the Bible and yet you act like that! You still haven't achieved anything so don't you dare raise your voice at me ever again!' or something like that. Then after they left… I wailed. I wailed on my pillow. Tears poured out my eyes because she has struck me in the most vulnerable part of me—which is reading the Bible—and so after I wailed, I quickly reached out for my Bible and… and… as soon… as I opened it… Psalm. I forgot which Psalm it is but it helped me calm down, like Abba comforted me. Looking back, I saw that it is definitely my fault but Abba still comforted me…"
[A heavy, deeply empathetic silence wraps around the entire room. A few people in the audience are wiping away stray tears, completely pierced by the raw honesty of Iboni's story. The image of her wailing into her pillow after being struck in her most vulnerable place is heartbreakingly real. But when she describes opening the Word—not to find a lecture, but to find a Father waiting to comfort His crying daughter even when she was in the wrong—a collective, soft sigh of relief moves through the crowd. It is a stunning picture of grace: a God who doesn't say "I told you so," but simply holds you until the tears stop.]
Minty:[Her voice quiet, blinking back her own tears as she nods slowly] "Iboni... thank you for trusting us with that. Seriously. That takes immense courage to share. It is so easy for people on the outside to point at our open Bibles and expect us to be robots who never feel exhaustion or irritation. But what you just showed us is the heart of the Gospel—that Abba doesn't wait for us to be perfect before He comforts us. He didn't lock the door because you yelled; He opened the Psalms the second you reached for Him."